The Rage That Built Me: What If Nothing’s Wrong with Me?
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The Rage That Built Me: What If Nothing’s Wrong with Me?
Lately, I've been caught between feeling utterly frustrated and simply being okay with who I am.
But frankly? I've been grappling with it all—trying to understand why suffering is so central to life, and why it has to hurt so damn much.
The wild part is, I'm not really frustrated with myself. I'm frustrated with everything else that has nothing to do with me—but somehow keeps finding its way to me.
Yes, I want to scream. Yes, I want to cry. Sometimes I want to do both at once. Because life can become a bit much for anyone—especially with the constant drilling, the constant weight, and the world making it harder just to simply live.
Take your everyday experience, for example. You work a 9-to-5, and then you've got Joe Smoo—a full-blown a-hole—doing the absolute most to make your day harder. Why? Because his home life is trash, or maybe he just gets off on causing chaos. So where does he bring all that unresolved sh*t? To work, of course. The one place you're just trying to hold it together and secure a check.
And I know I'm not the only one feeling this way. Yesterday, I ran into an old friend I haven't seen in years. And just like that, she poured her entire work life on me—like I was some kind of savior. Well… maybe I am. It's funny how people love to share their personal experiences with me—like I'm the High Priestess who can free them from all their 9-to-5 pain. (Ha. If only they knew—I'm trying to do the same for myself.)
But I get it. I truly get it. Because we're living in a world where inflicted trauma is considered normal. You work all your life… just to make someone else rich… only to die before you can enjoy your so-called "retirement"—the one you spent decades earning.
Who created this system anyway? The "powers that be"? The architects of this Earth—or whatever this place really is? Sometimes it truly feels like a setup. A setup for "life." Because eventually, this all ends. And just maybe—maybe—we live again. New time. New body. Another spin around the sun. Sounds fun, right?
But like… do you even enjoy this? This flesh? This life with all its rules, limitations, and contradictions? Do you really enjoy inflicting pressure on yourself just to "learn something"… just to "grow"… just to be who you're destined to become?
Come to think of it—it's kind of fascinating. The pain. The irritation. The rage. What would life even be like… if our feathers didn't get ruffled a little bit? Ha. Now that's a question.
But maybe that's not even the real question. Maybe the real question is this: What if our minds are far more capable of comprehending more than we've ever allowed ourselves to believe?
Like… have you ever really sat and thought about the Bible, Torah, Bhagavad Gita? Not just the verses. Not just what people tell you to believe—but the stories in it. The patterns. The symbolism. The way pain and power always seem to walk hand-in-hand.
To be honest, I think life—the things we go through—it's all way bigger than we realize. Bigger than scripture. Bigger than science. Bigger than universal law or quantum physics.
Because whatever created us… whatever placed us in these bodies, on this Earth—didn't make a mistake. We were designed to feel everything. Love. Hate. Rage. Peace. All of it.
And if you really pause—if you really sit with that—you'll start to question the labels we've inherited. What is love, really? What is hate? What's good? What's bad? Because the truth is… we all play in both. We all carry light and shadow. And no "sin" is greater than another—because duality is the point. That's what I'm getting at.
Duality isn't the enemy—it's our friend. You can't have one without the other, so it must exist. You can't have too much of one and not expect to feel the absence of the other. Just imagine always being happy, always blissful. No pain, no sorrow, no suffering. Hmm… Would that even feel real after a while? If I'm being honest, I think I'd get bored.
But sometimes—sometimes—the rage is what you need. And I say that because we're human. We don't want to experience the rage. We don't want to sit in the frustration. But that's where the beauty of duality comes in. The rage itself—and the understanding that it won't last forever—that's what brings the breakthrough.
It's just a moment in time, a season, a vibration passing through. A temporary weather pattern, depending on the watch you're using.
So the truth is this—there's nothing wrong with you. And if you're reading this, I'm sure the thought has crossed your mind… that maybe, just maybe, you're far more powerful than the world gives you credit for.
Because you know—deep down—the rage, the delays, the grief, the confusion… they're not mistakes. They were designed by you, for you. They're sacred reminders. Each one built to make you remember who you truly are.
Right beneath the surface—this moment, whatever this is—it's happening for you. To wake you up. To pull you back in. To get you to rise. Because somewhere, before you got here, you signed up for this exact moment in time. You asked for it. This precise event. This lesson. This stretch.
The rage? Soon gone. The chaos? Just a memory. Your present is where your power lives. You're a soul—in a body that will one day grow old—riding a temporary wave that only you were built to hold.
So no, there's nothing wrong with you. We were built for this. We were made for this. And when you remember who you are—everything shifts.